and I couldn’t find a summer flower poem, so it will have to be a spring flower poem. The earliest blossom in our neighbourhood tends to scatter as soon as a wind rises up, leaving minute wee flowers , scattered all over the ground. They have the virtue of shining milk-white and incandescently in the blue mornings of February before sunrise , looking neatly stitched unto the silhouettes of the trees…..
If you are reading Joyce today, I always recommend the Ithaca Section (17) , as it is beautiful :
“At sea, septentrional, by night the polestar, located at the point of intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Major produced and divided externally at omega and the hypotenuse of the rightangled triangle formed by the line alpha omega so produced and the line alpha delta of Ursa Major. On land, meridional, a bispherical moon, revealed in imperfect varying phases of lunation through the posterior interstice of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a carnose negligent perambulating female, a pillar of the cloud by day. “
The next post is the promised blooming blossom pome,
Lilies of the Field
Plump nipple blossoms more like,
Neatly sewn onto a blue bodice.
Virgin surprise! one wink and
They’re blown confetti on wet ground
© C Murray
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